This needs no introduction. Enjoy the dripping gooey goodness.
Intrigued, he sat up. “Messy’s never stopped me before.”
She poured the steaming chocolate fondue sauce over two scoops of vanilla. Gathering a big spoonful, she said, “We really need maraschino cherries and coconut shavings, but this’ll do.”
Without warning, Zoe tossed the covers aside, straddled his naked body, and wiggled the loaded spoon before his lips. He barely had time to appreciate the punch of his erection under her weight before she shoved the utensil in.
He clamped down on the metal, his lip ring clicking against it. Grinning around the hot-cold combination, he sucked down the sweetness and tossed the spoon onto the table. Not nearly as bad as he expected.
Zoe smiled. His cock stretched beneath her warm core. He shifted his hips.
He stirred his index finger through the chocolate river flowing down the sides of the vanilla igloo and held it up. Gooey goodness dripped. With an eyebrow hop, he streaked a brown line down her cheek.
She squealed as he licked it off. “You did not!”
Her laughter warmed the room. It felt so fucking good to forget about the rest of the world, if only for a few minutes.
Zoe switched out the ice cream for the chocolate pot and settled her arse on his erection. “My turn.”
Oh, hell fucking yes.
His muse painted simple pictures across his chest—waves, fish, whale flukes. She tilted her head as she worked, adding details here and there. When she returned her gaze to his, a blush flooded her cheeks.
The water imagery wasn’t lost on him. Nor the fact that she used pictures instead of words. It was how she experienced the world—symbols, not letters—a product of her ‘disease’ as she called it.
He looked at his chest and smiled. “You have a beautiful mind, Zed.”
The red in her cheeks deepened. She leaned down and ran her tongue over a heart she’d drawn. His skin ignited.
She straightened. “You have a beautiful and tasty body.”
“That’s just the ice cream.”
“No. Not the ice cream. You.”
With a quick shrug, she lost the top. His cock pressed against her now-damp cotton underwear, urging him to take action. Fuck, he wanted to bury his face in her. Make her come until he drained her dry.
Instead, he sank onto his back, dragged her into the chocolate mess on his chest, and kissed her. As he licked at her mouth under the guise of searching for more sweetness, his hands wandered south and eased the fabric down to her calves, stopping on the return trip to squeeze a fistful of arse. She kicked the panties off.
His body liquefied, poured into hers. Tongues merged in and out, over lips and teeth. She nipped at his lip ring, which riled his hungry cock even more. It slid against her slick core, eager to dive in.
The first time they’d had sex without a condom in his car had been a beautiful tragedy of broken promises, desperate wanting, and dreams made real, only to be crushed moments later. Now, as he indulged in every inch of her skin, every twitch, every curve, he took nothing for granted. This was their moment. They may never have another like it. He allowed himself to enjoy it.
Knowing he’d bust a nut the moment he got inside her, he detoured to prolong the magic. He broke free of her searching kiss and rolled her onto her back. Hair spread around her head, and her lids lowered, slow as a Texan’s drawl. Getting to his knees, erection pointing at her, he grabbed the chocolate and began a little art project of his own.[KG1]
She took his shaft in hand and stroked it while he went to work writing words on the canvas of her skin. God damn, she made it hard to concentrate.
Languid giggles rolled out of her when he touched a sensitive spot, but she never let go of his hard-on. He actually stopped her a couple of times to keep himself from coming. His muse’s needs would be seen to first. As many times as necessary to keep her satisfied.
Inside her wrist, he wrote ‘strength.’ ‘Bite’ across her shoulder. ‘Breathe’ down the side of her neck. ‘Worship’ on the top of her foot and up her ankle.
She giggled a lot for that one.
Priming the line of one of her ribs with a long, lazy lick, he feasted on the Water churning below the skin. Gods, so beautiful. He labeled it as such with chocolate finger paint.
He took his time doodling ‘possess’ in the space between her belly button and the glistening wetness waiting for him in the folds below. Her breath rushed and knees jerked as he exhaled across that tender flesh. He barely resisted sucking the chocolate off and diving into her core.
“Gavin,” she whispered, her eyes glazed. A hand ran through his hair. “I want you to make love to me.”
“One more,” he said as he scaled her body up to her lips. He hovered over her on all fours and dipped in for a soft kiss.
Water flowed like a lazy river through her aura. Across her heart, he wrote the word her blue symbolized: ‘love.’